Thebadthing's point of view
I can't believe he said he loves me. He is still drunk and probably won't remember much of this evening. At least I hope it, because I'm revealing my voice and if he wouldn't be drunk right now he could identify it.
What should I do now? I can not say that I love him back, that would not be right. I can't say nothing either. The problem with phonecalls is that I don't have much time to think of something that could change the subject. He is already looking worried at the camera with his beautiful puppy eyes who began to tear up."Baby you're drunk. You probably don't mean it. Don't cry it's alright" I tried to calm him down but he started crying.
"Y-you probably hate me, don't you?" he covered his face with his hands.
"No Baby I don't hate you. How can I? You're such a good boy. Cute and beautiful. Handsome and smart. My sweet adorable little boy."
Alex smiled but the tears wouldn't stop falling down his red cheeks.
"That's my boy, my prince and he should be smiling all the time knowing how happy you make me when you do it."
I was hoping we could forget the 'I love you' part.
"O-okay but you.. you don't hate me?" He asked quietly.
"No baby I don't hate you" I said softly.
He looked happy for a second but that quickly vanished as he cried out again.
"Why don't I believe you?" Alex sniffed and buried his face in his hands again.
"Listen" I cleared my throat and grabbed my guitar. I started playing one of my older songs, hoping it would calm him down.
"When I turn to my favourite hideaway
My hand on hip will always be the same
Only half the plan
Once I thought that I was over you
Now you're back and I'm falling like a fool
You know, the one I amI'm ridiculed by my fantasy
Scheduling insanity
My eagerness comes untangled
I can't handle youAt least it will be a thrill keeping up with you
At least it will be a thrill keeping up with you"I didn't finish the song. I don't know why I just didn't want to.
I put my guitar back in place and sat down on the settee."Baby please go to home and get some rest okay?" He definitely needed some rest. He's a mess right now.
"Okay.. I'm sorry.. thank you.. Good night" he looked sad and a single tear rolled down his cheek and fell down on his lap. How poetic he looked. I wished I was by his side.
"Baby don't be sad.. I'll give you a call alright?"
He looked up. His face full of surprise and hope.
"P-promise?" He asked. His voice still shaking from all the crying.
"Yes honey I promise"
I'm not sure if this promise was a good idea but I just couldn't see him with that sad expression on his face. He should be happy and if this is what makes him happy then here we go I'm going to show him more and more of my identity.
"Good night, sweet dreams honey" I said lastly before I hung up. This boy is driving me crazy. I took my pack of cigarettes and sat down on the balcony and smoked a cigarette.
I really want to spend time with him but I'm his teacher and he's my student and this can't go well.
And soon is the Paris excursion and I'm not sure if I can handle it to go around with him in the city of love. Should I tell him that I'm the man he's chatting with? Or should I keep my secret?
He's going to find out anyway someday.
Is he going to stay with me, if he finds out? I mean he said he loves me but he doesn't really know me. It doesn't make sense to me but if he really feels that way it shouldn't be a problem that I'm his teacher. However in a year from now on, he's going to be finished with school and probably going to college. I'm no longer his teacher then so we could be together and it shouldn't bother anybody neither is it illegal then.
I took another cigarette and a notebook to write down some lyrics that came in my mind that night.
After some time the sun started coming up and that's were I realised that I'm still awake and should probably go to sleep any time soon.
I made some goodnight sleep tea and watched the sunrise.
The different colours.
Light pink, sunburned Orange and yet so blue was the sky.-------
Really short
Sorry bout that
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